Note 386 — JUVENAL'S SATIRES. (continued 2)
Lewis Evans translation
Dii Majorum, etc.
"Shades of our sires! O sacred be your rest, And lightly lie the turf upon your breast; Flowers round your urns breathe sweets beyond compare, And spring eternal bloom and flourish there! Your honor'd tutors, now a slighted race, And gave them all a parent's power and place!" Gifford.